Bitch Kitty Racing

Today I found a Hannah Montana paper doll! Now we can all have hours of fun dressing up our favorite little secret pop star in the slutty outfits she’s becoming so rapidly known for!

Actually, let me be serious for a moment. It’s fun to make fun of pop stars and celebrities. Their love lives are public property, every gram of body fat makes the six o’clock news, and every poor or otherwise completely normal decision becomes “scandalous behavior.” In this case, however, it’s even more appalling. Miley Cyrus is fifteen. Fifteen! The level of perversion swarming this young adult is a filthy, pornographic picture of our society. Every one of her adolescent, i.e. poor decisions are slavered over by the entertainment news and blogosphere, held up like schoolgirl panties furtively purchased from a subway vending machine. We, Americans, are disgusting. She’s a child. Her fame makes it impossible for her to be one, so she’s now a sex object.

I may be as perverted as they come, but fifteen is pedophilia. Am I going to joke about Hannah Montana turning eighteen? Yes I am. Am I going to delight in every semi-nude photo of Miley Cyrus? No. Those photos are of a fifteen year-old exhibiting standard fifteen year-old decision making skills (exceptionally poor) and acting in a way which demonstrates her perfectly normal, growing sense of sexuality. Hannah Montana is a fictitious character; Miley Cyrus is an actual human being.

There’s a difference between art and pornography, between edgy humor and offensive behavior. It is time that we, as a society, stop claiming to have our children’s future as our highest priority while allowing those same children to be exploited by a prurient media.